Simple Things

Dusk comes earlier and earlier. A while ago it felt like dark came slowly sneaking. Now it leaps in fast and crashes down on us hard. Shop windows and street lights fight against the darkness. The land is black and bleak. The faces of people passing are almost as dark as the paved streets of this city.

I look up and see lights shining above me that go on as far as I can see. I feel joy and melancholy. The last weeks of the year are here. Every year this time of the year I recollect the past few months. A new time is near. A new year is a new beginning. Beginnings are often the best times.

The music playing in the background takes my thoughts somewhere far away. I hold a cup of coffee and stare out of the window. Raindrops drum against it. I can hear it over the music. I juggle between many options. I’m trying to choose something that feels impossible. Eventually I decide to pour myself another cup coffee. Sometimes the most simple things are the ones we make the biggest problems.